The passage describes the immense power and benefits of a mother's milk, even from just small amounts consumed during infancy. It notes how just a tiny fraction, droplet, or speck of the milk was enough to transform the earth into paradise, allow the speaker to burn with blazing truth for all time, and live altruistically for countless lifetimes. The power of a mother's milk is described as eternal, immortal, and able to bless every aspect of one's existence.

1. THE POWER OF MY MOTHER’S MILK
I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of it when I was an impeccably
oblivious infant; hardly acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal fragrance,
I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of it when I was an innocuously
inarticulate infant; hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed streams of
crimson blood,
I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when I was a pristinely princely
infant; hardly allowing its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the corners of
my discovering mouth,
I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of it when I was an incongruously
disheveled infant; hardly letting its miraculously insuperable iridescence pacify my
remorsefully traumatized thirst,
I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it when I was an incoherently
unruly infant; hardly absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,
I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it when I was an inconspicuously
measly infant; hardly feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny heart’s
content,
I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when I was a fretfully wailing infant;
hardly savoring its astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed fresh
teeth,
I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it when I was a incessantly
screeching infant; hardly realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian humanity;
handsomely embedded in it,
I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it when I was an incoherently
feckless infant; hardly aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did was sleep all
day and moonless night,
I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it when I was an indefatigably
crying infant; hardly gulping it even a trifle of it properly down
my teeny-weeny throat,
I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it when I was an ungainly staring
infant; hardly bothered about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,

2. I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it when I was an illiterately
uncivilized infant; hardly envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching tenaciousness
that it would enshroud me with; once it coalesced perfectly with my blood,
I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it when I was a ludicrously
squealing infant; hardly comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,
I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it when I was a preposterously
unsuspecting infant; hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of my tiny
stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,
I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it when I was a discordantly
groaning infant; hardly allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,
I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when I was a frantically searching
infant; hardly feeling its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore of my
newborn slimly skin,
I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it when I was a haughtily pampered
infant; hardly imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I uncontrollably
kicked every conceivable object in vicinity; with my miniature feet,
I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it when I was a quietly snoring
infant; hardly having the sense to appreciate its magically formidable and euphorically
endless tenacity,
O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction of it when I was an
incoherently trembling infant; hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of mine,
But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that unnoticeable speck of it which I had
unknowingly consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the complexion of
this estranged earth once again into a paradise; was enough for me to tower like the
inferno of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was enough for me to
altruistically live and let live for a countless more heavenly lifetimes,
Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of my; eternal mother’s milk.